really relied on anyone but myself, well Amber from time to time, but mostly I’ve always fended for myself. I’m so out of my element. I still when I hear a tap at the bedroom door, my hands immediately reaching for the covers and bringing them up to my neck. Why am I so shy now? I’m a stripper for Christ’s sake. The door opens slowly, and I’m shocked to see Knox walking in carrying a bed tray containing plates of food that are covered with silver lids, a pitcher of what looks like coffee, mugs, orange juice in a glass and a small vase with a single red rose. He casually walks over to the bed and sets the tray down at the end.
He crosses his muscular arms over his broad chest and smiles. “Good. You’re awake.” The look of concern replaces his smile. “Are you in pain? Of course, you are. What a stupid question.” He strides to the night table, opens the top drawer and reaches inside. “Remove the covers, pull up your shirt and roll onto your right side.” What? So demanding. Doesn’t he know I’m hurt? What a stupid thought, of course he knows. My face scrunches up as I try to figure out what’s going on. “Jade.” My eyes snap to his, and he’s gotten his smile back. “I need to put this ointment on your welts and I can’t do it with you on your backside.” OH! Pushing down the covers, I grasp the hem of my shirt and pull it up to the bottom of my breasts then roll over carefully. I know he’s near when the bed dips then I feel the gentleness of his touch on my behind. “What? Did you think I was going to take you when you’re hurt,” he chuckles.
My eyes roll on their own accord. “No! I mean, ok. I wasn’t sure what you were doing, at first but yeah, I guess that is a pretty stupid thought.” He’s still chuckling at me while applying the greasy ointment on my thigh now. I raise up a bit, leaning on my elbow with my head resting on my hand. My head turns slightly, and I give him my best smirk. “Hey, I’m injured and was a little disoriented waking up here this morning. I’ve never, ever, spent the night anywhere else and especially not with a man. Give a girl a break here.” His eyes move to me instantly, his hand stilling in midair. I look at his hand, then back to his eyes. “What?”
“You’ve… You’ve never… You’ve never spent the night with a man before?” he stumbles over his words, a frown in place and his eyebrows lowered in confusion. His hand begins to rub the ointment in again, and I wince, his brows lowering even more. “Sorry.” He looks down at my thigh and concentrates on what he’s doing. “I’m not really that surprised, I guess. Actually, I’d have been more shocked if you had.” His hand stops again when his eyes move to mine with a look of remorse in them. “You’re a very determined woman, one who knows what she wants and what she doesn’t. I admire that about you.” My eyes are fixated on his as he continues to stare at me, then he blinks a few times and looks back as he shifts on the bed. “Ok, time to turn onto your back again.” Grimacing, I turn over and look up at the ceiling. “Sorry, but I need to…” I look at him quickly in confusion. His hand motions at my breast that has the bite marks and without hesitation, I lift my shirt up higher until it’s uncovered. He’s actually biting his lower lip a little as he focuses on spreading the ointment on the marks. That actually feels really wonderful. Once done, he puts the cap back on the tube, places it back into the drawer and turns to me. “You can, um…” His hand motions again at my breast and I lower my shirt.
He stands and looks down at me. “Ok! Let me help you sit up so you can eat.” Nodding, he bends, places his strong hands under my arms and helps as I try to push into a sitting position. He takes the pillow next to me, helps me move forward a little, and then places it behind me and I lean back.
“It feels so good to sit up for a change. Thank you.” He smiles as
He crosses his muscular arms over his broad chest and smiles. “Good. You’re awake.” The look of concern replaces his smile. “Are you in pain? Of course, you are. What a stupid question.” He strides to the night table, opens the top drawer and reaches inside. “Remove the covers, pull up your shirt and roll onto your right side.” What? So demanding. Doesn’t he know I’m hurt? What a stupid thought, of course he knows. My face scrunches up as I try to figure out what’s going on. “Jade.” My eyes snap to his, and he’s gotten his smile back. “I need to put this ointment on your welts and I can’t do it with you on your backside.” OH! Pushing down the covers, I grasp the hem of my shirt and pull it up to the bottom of my breasts then roll over carefully. I know he’s near when the bed dips then I feel the gentleness of his touch on my behind. “What? Did you think I was going to take you when you’re hurt,” he chuckles.
My eyes roll on their own accord. “No! I mean, ok. I wasn’t sure what you were doing, at first but yeah, I guess that is a pretty stupid thought.” He’s still chuckling at me while applying the greasy ointment on my thigh now. I raise up a bit, leaning on my elbow with my head resting on my hand. My head turns slightly, and I give him my best smirk. “Hey, I’m injured and was a little disoriented waking up here this morning. I’ve never, ever, spent the night anywhere else and especially not with a man. Give a girl a break here.” His eyes move to me instantly, his hand stilling in midair. I look at his hand, then back to his eyes. “What?”
“You’ve… You’ve never… You’ve never spent the night with a man before?” he stumbles over his words, a frown in place and his eyebrows lowered in confusion. His hand begins to rub the ointment in again, and I wince, his brows lowering even more. “Sorry.” He looks down at my thigh and concentrates on what he’s doing. “I’m not really that surprised, I guess. Actually, I’d have been more shocked if you had.” His hand stops again when his eyes move to mine with a look of remorse in them. “You’re a very determined woman, one who knows what she wants and what she doesn’t. I admire that about you.” My eyes are fixated on his as he continues to stare at me, then he blinks a few times and looks back as he shifts on the bed. “Ok, time to turn onto your back again.” Grimacing, I turn over and look up at the ceiling. “Sorry, but I need to…” I look at him quickly in confusion. His hand motions at my breast that has the bite marks and without hesitation, I lift my shirt up higher until it’s uncovered. He’s actually biting his lower lip a little as he focuses on spreading the ointment on the marks. That actually feels really wonderful. Once done, he puts the cap back on the tube, places it back into the drawer and turns to me. “You can, um…” His hand motions again at my breast and I lower my shirt.
He stands and looks down at me. “Ok! Let me help you sit up so you can eat.” Nodding, he bends, places his strong hands under my arms and helps as I try to push into a sitting position. He takes the pillow next to me, helps me move forward a little, and then places it behind me and I lean back.
“It feels so good to sit up for a change. Thank you.” He smiles as